Education: Big Chief's GG

A hypothetical Bill Smith last week
arrived in the hypothetical town of Zenith on a business trip. He
marched through its marble-lined railroad station, climbed into a shiny
taxicab, rode up Zenith's Main Street, admiring a handsome museum,
four handsome churches, a dozen glittering drug stores. After he had
dined on excellent roast beef in his hotel, Bill Smith lit a cigar and
strolled out to a cinema, making up his mind on the way that he would
tell his wife Zenith was a "great town."